The Doors
A Look Inside; My O So Not So Human Mind
We live in a time of greed and malice
Streaks along a chalice
A never-ending story
Of human suffering and unbalanced-
Giving; Instead of living. To see the beauty of what's around us, souls must look inside another's
Eyes, yet these same souls see into another-
Lie. Can not we live to be just happy? Or should we go on grieving
For what's not sappy? We're more concerned about a life some yearn-
For. Take and take and take some more. Take and take; no need to feed the poor; they're ok. They'll be just fine.
I hope one day
My debt will be paid
To keep the piece
Of my golden pie. Live well, live free; a notice there will be; a note upon my door;
Afloat, I might abhor; a beating;
Of wings no more-please
On your way out my door,
Please, oh please,
Kindly, close my door.
About the Creator
Chrissy Barnhill
Of In @ com
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